Me: i don't want Santana to win tonight.Mom: why? i thought he's one of your favorite players.Me: he is, but he's pitching against the Dodgers.Mom: hmmm, but he's venezuelan, the Mets need to win and if they do, your brother will be happy.Me: how about the Dodgers, how about my happiness?Mom: *silence*

half an hour later...

my brother enters into my room and starts bragging about the five run lead and yesterday's comeback...